Thanks Frenchy. I, luckily (no offence), have nilhilo Frency in me. I grew up in Vermont, where the northern half of the state is named Paquette (of Quebequois origins), and slightly too close related by all apearances. I am a true American mutt: a lot of Polish Slav; a touch of Brit, Belgian, and Native American.
In Miami, down in the 'garment district', I had the chance to get into it with some French USA-haters. Common themes of their argument included; "But in Paris...", as if Paris is some end-all-be-all of civilization; and "The Americans are so stupid, out of touch with fashion, art, and high society". These Frenchies were shoved so far up their own ass, with no apparent reasons, it was almost surreal. On top of it all, they were standing on American soil, in one of our biggest southern ports and doorway to south and central america, bitching about their beautiful surroundings and lamenting their divorce from the French homeland, replete with $16USD half portion salads, hideous self absorbed coutrymen 'of history', riots, and burning vehicles.
At any rate, thank you for the impassioned piece. I am getting ready to walk down to the Ben Franklin parkway; in Philadelphia, the original capital; for rock and roll, Patty Labelle, and a ton of kick ass fireworks.
Thanks Frenchy. I, luckily (no offence), have nilhilo Frency in me. I grew up in Vermont, where the northern half of the state is named Paquette (of Quebequois origins), and slightly too close related by all apearances. I am a true American mutt: a lot of Polish Slav; a touch of Brit, Belgian, and Native American.
In Miami, down in the 'garment district', I had the chance to get into it with some French USA-haters. Common themes of their argument included; "But in Paris...", as if Paris is some end-all-be-all of civilization; and "The Americans are so stupid, out of touch with fashion, art, and high society". These Frenchies were shoved so far up their own ass, with no apparent reasons, it was almost surreal. On top of it all, they were standing on American soil, in one of our biggest southern ports and doorway to south and central america, bitching about their beautiful surroundings and lamenting their divorce from the French homeland, replete with $16USD half portion salads, hideous self absorbed coutrymen 'of history', riots, and burning vehicles.
At any rate, thank you for the impassioned piece. I am getting ready to walk down to the Ben Franklin parkway; in Philadelphia, the original capital; for rock and roll, Patty Labelle, and a ton of kick ass fireworks.